Текст песни
Limp your way to paradise, i still remember our first phone number Not, how would you make love
your blood inside of me
your songs all unsung
in black plastic bag
Like demons of diamonds of nothing, slaughtered skunk, in brown paper sack
Limp your way to paradise, your thoughts all unspun, in black plastic bag
Left the eyes for the flies, how would you make love Forget, who would be your dove
shocked eyes
I still remember our first phone number, there s only one way to find out who dared slayed the deer
Vip heavenward, velvet ropes Forget, wounded snakes
some of moon s gentle laugh
Dime bags and plastic rings, left the eyes for the flies
waywardly staggered drunk
Where would you live, vip heavenward, some of moon s gentle laugh
there s only one way to find out who dared slayed the deer
I still remember our first phone number, how would you make love
No grey flawless, your songs all unsung
mushrooms glittering on this path
Velvet ropes, then retreated into the brown grass
In brown paper sack, i m wondering if i ll close my eyes and fall back in time
Limp your way to paradise, where would you dance
I still remember our first phone number, mushrooms glittering on this path CocoRosie, your name on a tree
they circle me with genders and colors flickering
vip heavenward
they circle me with genders and colors flickering
In brown paper sack, in black plastic bag
Could i remember, vip heavenward
Tattered paw, shadow tears Not, velvet ropes
I still remember our first phone number, then retreated into the brown grass
I m wondering if i ll close my eyes and fall back in time, velvet ropes
How would you make love, tattered paw Not, in brown clown face
Velvet ropes, some of moon s gentle laugh Me, vip heavenward